PLUSH VENUES

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JOURNAL # 40

pirouettes come to mind
forming patterns of
near rhythmic dance
taciturn troubles tarry
to unwind
vanishing to be delicious
servants of
variance's complex stance
a gathering of smooth
like a pumice stone on a rant
the visual is forsaken
for perception's distorted glance
certain hardened prejudices
twirl atop those stairs of old
since reminiscent encounters
only revisit so to blindly enchant
as their shattered mirrors
we preach to
of miseries yet battled foretold
forcing aspects of truth to
lie slain, defeated by heinous slivers
that seek blood through the sheath
of flesh
pooling streams and rivers from
the mere mortally clotted cold
misbegotten is a mentalist's tributary
leading only to death
pride stripped of its own vanity
a mind set's cloak to be discarded
legions of prolific books primarily
in their selfless theme repeatedly
strike fool's gold
by peering through the portal
of the prism through which
man could see his brutal history
viciously unfold
and that is what we are seeing now
angry 'Plush Venues'
gruesomely taking hold
global warming is just a mask
for the collective life of the planet
man through all his bouts
of centuries' greed
foolishly stole
and so the planet is
rightfully taking hers' back....................
(April 24, 2011 1239am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

how man's abuse of his habitat is turning viciously now upon him and global warming a label we like to place on all that is happening is just a mask of sorts when really all the earth is doing is taking back some of what was rightfully hers, showing mankind that it is she in control not he........

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